Hit the Road (2021) Movie Script
1
(Sombre piano music)
(Cars passing by)
(Piano music in time with fingers)
(Khosro) Mm.
Mm.
(Music continues)
(Cars passing by)
(Piano music continues on car radio)
HIT THE ROAD
Written and directed
by Panah Panahi
(Radio interference)
Where are we?
We're dead.
(Radio interference)
(Radio interference)
Give it to me.
(Radio interference)
(Turns off radio)
Right now.
Give you what, dear mother?
- Give it to her, punk.
- What?
The phone.
- I don't get it.
Quiet.
- The phone.
I don't get you.
He's deaf. The phone.
- Shh!
- I didn't bring the phone.
Shh!
Little piece of shit.
Didn't I order you not to bring it?
- You ordered him?
- Sure, I did.
Search him.
Where did you hide it?
Don't move.
- I need to know who ordered.
What do you mean by "order" anyway?
Please, tell me who ordered.
I need to know!
Open the door, kick him out.
He's lying, I can't stand it.
Get out.
I'll take off your trousers.
No, not my trousers!
- Search him.
OK, I'll give it to you.
Hurry up.
You can have it.
Was it really worth it?
Throwing out your child.
Little piece of shit,
is that where you hide it?
Sure, nice and warm.
What are you up to?
Why are you taking it out?
- Keep him still.
Sit down.
- Why are you taking it?
Why?
(Grunting)
She broke it!
Calm down!
It's the SIM card, not your willy.
Stop wriggling around.
He's driving me mad.
- What should I do with this?
- Want me to swallow it?
Maybe he should...
(Whispers)
Huh?
(Mouths silently)
Where are you taking it?
Sit down,
we'll pick it up on our way back.
If anything happens to my phone...
Shut it.
Just remember where she hid it.
Mum has disappeared!
(Kid grunts)
(Both shouting)
(Mum) Stay there or I'll eat you up.
(Kid) It's really expensive!
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
Hey!
Don't destroy the car, it's borrowed.
What's got into you?
Loser.
If I don't answer my calls,
people will worry.
I have serious matters
to take care of.
Who worries about you, little fart?
Everybody, hundreds of people.
People you don't know.
It's so annoying.
Who are these friends
who worry about you?
Who worries about you more
than your father,
your mother,
your sister,
your uncle
or even your aunt's brother-in-law,
your cousin's sister-in-law?
Who's gonna worry?
You don't know everything.
Enlighten me.
Ms Fakhrai, she's the worrying type.
She's 40. A bit old for you, no?
Not the mother, her daughter.
That chubby bear,
what was her name again?
She's not a bear, she's a gazelle.
Oh.
If she's a gazelle,
it's damn serious.
You bet. We worked out all the details.
We're getting married.
Sure, you don't deserve better
than Little Miss Four-Eyes.
But her father's
gonna kick our arse.
He wouldn't dare.
You wouldn't let him.
You see my leg.
And forget about your brother.
I'll take care of him myself.
If my phone is lost,
I'll take care of all of you!
Wait!
You can't go there. Let's go.
- Let go of me.
- Let's go.
Get in the car.
I don't want to, I'm pissed off!
- Let me go.
- Don't move.
Stand still.
Will you remember the place?
Sure, I covered it with a stone.
Come closer.
If something were to happen to you,
how would we find it?
Thank you, God, for this scenery.
(Parents chatting)
Idiot!
- Idiot! Stop kissing the ground!
- Sorry.
- You have dirt all over you.
Looks like pistachios.
- My sweetie.
Beautiful.
And there, smiley face biscuits.
And there, it looks like frogs.
A pair of frogs.
(Kid) And there, a lion's head.
And the other one is like
those mythical sphinxes in movies.
(Mum) Stunning!
(Kid laughing)
Which one?
Over there.
Where?
There.
(Mum) Oh!
(Laughing and grunting)
(Car passing by)
(Sombre piano music)
(Music stops abruptly)
(Kid laughing)
(Khosro) Hey! Careful!
Seat belt.
Rear mirror.
Side mirror.
Handbrake.
Clutch.
(Starts car)
Gear.
Signal.
(Mum) In the name of Allah.
Onwards!
(Kid) I'm heartbroken.
I feel sad.
If Ms Fakhrai calls
and I don't answer,
she'll break up with me.
Who's gonna be accountable then?
Hey.
Are you blind?
You should have changed your glasses
at the eleventh hour.
Why is nobody answering me?
What does "eleventh hour" mean, huh?
Sir, would you answer me?
Would you, dear lady?
Or you, Mr Shithead?
(Mum) Calm down, sweetheart.
These two grown-ups listened
and left their phones behind,
without protesting.
(Kid humming a tune)
Dad, Jessy seems tired.
(Khosro) Look, this is the Urmia lake.
Well, it used to be.
Years ago, we would swim in it.
Now, you can only have a dirt bath.
That's better, we won't get wet.
Here you are. Done.
(In English) Good. Good.
Well done.
Well done to you.
ow!
Let me see.
(Kid) What the hell!
(Khosro) Why doesn't it come off?
Do you know how much it costs?
(Kid) Not that much.
(Khosro) You and your brother are ruining me.
(Khosro) To hell with you.
(Kid) Let go of me.
He destroyed the car.
(Quietly) It cleans up with alcohol.
We're being followed.
What did you say? Ow!
(Whispering) We're being followed.
Yeah, got it.
- Why are you staring at me then?
- I thought you were still talking.
- We're being followed!
- (Kid) Cool, we're being followed!
(Khosro) Act normal. Is he alone?
Turn around and see for yourself.
(Mimics explosion)
I'm saying let's act normal,
and you tell me to turn and look?
Hi, Jessy!
Go hide, the bad guys are here!
Park next to that car.
(Kid mimics gunshots, then groans)
(Groaning) Before I die,
I have to tell you my last will.
(Khosro) You got shot, die.
(Kid) For my brother...
Over there, with the others.
(Khosro) Thank God, he died.
(Mum) Act casually.
Give me a tissue.
(Khosro) It's the A/C.
(Mum) Ignore him.
(Car approaching)
(Driver) It's petrol!
(Khosro) There must be a leak.
It's the A/C.
I was signalling you.
Your tank is leaking petrol.
(Khosro) Dead man, get up.
Pass the antenna.
OK, thanks!
Thanks, go ahead.
Take Jessy for a pee.
(Music playing outside)
- (Kid singing)
- (Khosro) Get out.
(Khosro) Get out.
(Singing)
Hey, wait!
Come here.
(Mum) First, take Jessy for a pee.
(Kid) Take him yourself.
(Mum) No, you have to do it.
(Kid) I'm busy.
(Mum) Wait a second.
I'm telling you it's the A/C.
(Mum) Let's go for a pee.
(Kicks can)
(Mum) Take him behind the tree.
This way.
(Kid) Come, Jessy.
(Mum) He's right.
There's a leak under the car.
(Chatting indistinctly)
Dad, take him.
Take him, Dad.
OK.
It's the A/C.
(Driver) Don't look there. It's petrol.
(Mum) Thanks a lot.
Get off my back.
Thank you.
(Shop assistant in Azeri) We spoke before...
Wait a second.
What do you want, kid?
Sir, could you come closer?
You come closer!
Watch your step, don't break anything!
(in Azeri) Sorry, Rahman.
Do you have a first-class
second-hand phone?
Give me a break, kiddo.
(in Azeri) Rahman,
give me all your surplus in petrol.
I've got clients.
- I'll take care of it.
(Customer) How much for these?
No worries. It's not petrol,
but a cooling agent from the A/C.
(Cars passing by)
(Sombre piano music)
(Music stops abruptly)
(Horn honking)
- (Mum) Get away from the road!
I told you it's the A/C.
- When?
- You weren't listening.
You didn't.
- I did.
Move your crutch.
(Mum murmurs) In the name of Allah.
(Khosro) Seat belt.
Little fart.
Rear mirror.
Signal.
(Mum) He didn't signal.
(Lipsyncing to radio)
Told you, told you, yeah
Told you that being angry is a sin
My eyes are on the road you took
' I'm begging you, yeah
To stop sulking
With your black eyes, stop sulking
Life is short
Like a dream
This too shall pass
Make peace
Spring will blossom again
And drown us in flowers
Told you
Told you being angry is a sin
- Damn it!
- (Song stops)
Do you think I'm a kid?
Trying to have a last-gasp party!
Shut up in front of the kid.
I feel fine.
You bring me down when you do that.
(Kid) What's he talking about?
In movies, when they say "last-gasp",
something bad happens.
No, "last-gasp" is not a bad word.
Don't worry, sweetheart.
Is Bro going somewhere?
He's gonna get married.
Who would marry him?
Lots of morons around.
We wanna elope.
Don't. You'll get caught.
No bad omens, kiddo.
I have a bad feeling.
He'll be back soon.
Oh, sweetie. Look, the cyclists.
Oh, yes!
Great!
- Hello, there!
- Hello!
Athletes are heroes, champions
He fell!
What happened?
(Kid singing)
Don't stop. Go.
(Kid) Sir, are you OK?
Of course, he's fine.
Sir, did you die?
Are you dead?
Get going.
(Kid) He's crying.
- If he's crying, he's fine.
Where are you going?
Monkey face.
(Kid) Where are you going?
See if the car is scratched.
Take this and stop crying.
I'm not crying, my leg hurts.
I was in the middle of a race.
Can you drop me at the infirmary?
Wipe your tears first.
- OK?
- You're pulling my leg.
Don't tease him, poor thing.
Is it a national competition?
Where are the soigneurs
that escort you on bikes?
It's not an official competition.
We're practising for the Grand National.
But we've set up a prize
for the winner.
Could you move a little?
- How much is the prize?
- We put in 60,000 each.
- How many are you?
- 30.
This makes for a prize of 180 million?
18 million.
It's 1.8 million, geniuses.
Now you have to say goodbye
to the world of sports?
Nonsense.
Armstrong stayed the world champion
with cancer.
He's my role model
in life and in sport.
His name says it all:
Arm-strong.
If only I could see him up close
and kiss his hands, his legs...
Come on, he was into doping.
It caused a scandal.
They took back all his medals
and kicked him out.
From where?
The Cycling Federation, I guess.
How should I know?
He was dismissed
as a dishonest prick.
It was on TV.
Fake news.
No, listen to me, big boy.
He confessed
in front of the world media
that he cheated.
He was so ashamed
he made a mea culpa
and said: "Take back my medals".
Fine, he cheated.
He was a champion for ten years,
wasn't he?
He became rich, he found a wife.
One can't find a wife
without medals?
I guess I was
the Tour de France champion.
Listen, big boy,
don't play the devil's advocate,
don't be mistaken.
One must live an honest life.
Bravo, that's my man.
Now a prayer for Father.
Allahumma salli'ala muhammadin
wa aali muhammad.
Please, have a cucumber.
Don't. He'll get sick.
- Have some pistachios.
- What are you doing?
- I want to give him something too.
This is not a zoo. Stop feeding him.
I should have won the competition.
An athlete has to focus on sport,
not on cheating or doping.
Sorry,
the pistachios fell on the floor.
- It's OK, leave it.
Move your foot.
Oh.
Look. Your friends.
It's dirty. Leave it.
- She's right, it's dirty, leave it.
One should not cheat.
You mean you've never cheated?
Done anything illegal?
The problem is
we create boundaries-
Actually, we want our elder son--
Shut up.
We create boundaries
to avoid thinking about transgression.
Whenever we do,
our mind just blocks.
Why? Because we're sure
we're good people.
And it's true.
We are good people,
but the problem is
the boundaries we've created.
We stop thinking and we push it all
into the unconscious.
So, we can't analyse.
It's already too late.
I can't express myself
very well in Farsi.
I'd be more comfortable in Azeri.
Leave it, it's dirty.
For the birds.
What do you want?
Can I drink from your thermos?
- What a pain.
I'm glad to see an athlete
who has something between his ears.
- Thank you, ma'am.
- You memorised it, right?
I have an MA in sociology.
Stop it, you idiot.
Why did you give him this?
He might be sick or something.
I swear I'm not sick, ma'am.
Here you are.
I'll fill it up with Red Bull.
I'll get off here. Thanks.
- Thanks, Mr Driver.
- Why are you giving him that?
You're welcome,
but there is no infirmary here.
There we are.
No worries, my house is nearby.
- I don't see any house either.
- Thank you.
Take your bike.
- Thank you, Mr Driver.
Be strong.
(Mumbling)
Thanks.
- Goodbye.
Why don't you close this?
You could have done it.
(Mum) Take Jessy for a pee.
Why don't you take him?
Your dog is really cute.
- You want him?
- No, thanks.
He has a serious infection
and he's dying.
His stupid dad picked him up
in the street for the kid.
Our son is quite sensitive,
we're afraid he'll see him die.
You should have had the vet
put him down, poor thing.
That was the plan,
and he said he did it.
But this morning,
the dog was at our door again.
We'll keep the kid busy,
take him and leave him somewhere.
Even if I was willing to do it,
which I'm not,
what would you tell your son?
That you kidnapped him.
Why don't you shut your mouth?
- I'm off.
Thank you very much.
Thank you too, Mr Driver.
Thanks, bye.
(Khosro) We hit him
and he thanks us.
(Mum) He's a good man.
(Khosro) Couldn't you shut up
in front of the kid?
(Farid) I slipped up.
Sorry.
Not peeing yet?
I can't look at Jessy.
I feel bad for him.
I didn't say anything
in front of the kid,
but didn't you say you took him
to the vet and he put him down?
With this broken leg?
I had Ahmadian do it.
You said they injected him,
his shit and pee got all over the place,
splashed the nurse
who then sat down,
covered in shit, and started crying.
That's Ahmadian's story.
Not my vocabulary.
You said you saw Jessy die
with your own eyes.
What's the kid doing over there?
I'll go.
(Mum) Hurry up! Stop daydreaming!
(Khosro) Let them spend
some time together.
Pee together.
We won't stop again.
(Mum) Any wild beasts around?
I'm worried.
Go get them.
The only two wild beasts in this lake
are these two.
No worries.
Plus, what can I do with this leg?
You piss me off with "this leg".
What can I do?
Khosro.
I think I'm losing it.
What next?
Is this guy reliable?
I told you a hundred times
Houshang is a stand-up guy.
We lost our house.
And we sold my car
for him to be able to leave.
All I have is you
and the little one.
Do you ever think about the future?
(Khosro) This is my future.
What are you talking about?
(Mum) Once he's out of the country,
I'm sure he'll work hard,
become rich, buy a house
and we'll be reunited.
Him?
Stop it! That's enough!
OK, but him?
(Sombre piano music)
(Mum) Every morning...
...I would take my camera
to immortalise your artistic pee.
I found it last night and brought it
for you to take it as a souvenir.
It's quite a collection.
Abroad, this would be a huge success
in an art gallery.
No doubt about it.
And they would call it
"Series of my son Farid's pees".
Or "Which country's map is this?"
(Kid) & We are two brothers
Smarter than the others
' We wet our bed every night
And we spray it just right
' We pee in a bottle
' We pee on Asia
We pee on Africa
And if we get there
we pee on Europe!
To the health of my bro and I.
(Sombre piano music)
(Piano music continues)
(Jessy barking)
(Kid) Dad!
Dad, come here.
(Khosro) Let me tie him up,
you jerk.
(Kid) I can't hold it anymore.
(Khosro) Coming.
(Kid) What's that on your head?
Is that Mum's scarf?
She'll get upset.
Explain it to me, please.
(Khosro) Drop it, I have a toothache.
Let's go to the toilet.
(Kid mimicking Khosro)
Once you get there,
try to smoke less.
You smoke too much.
Not much.
You smoke a lot while watching movies.
Don't watch movies.
Fine, I won't.
What's the world's best fim
for you?
The world's best film?
Any film.
What kind of question is that?
For once,
give me a straight answer.
And don't jerk me around.
"2001: A Space Odyssey".
Is it beautiful?
Mesmerising.
You know...
...it's very zen.
It calms you down.
Takes you deep into the galaxies.
Galaxies are full of wars.
How can it calm you down?
Not at all.
- I don't get you men.
There is no war in it.
Thank God, then.
There is no deity except Allah,
and His are all things in
the heavens and on earth,
and in the Milky Way Galaxy!
The Milky Way Galaxy?
What happens at the end?
At the end,
the hero is alone, in a spaceship.
He goes deep into a black hole.
He goes deeper and deeper.
That's all you see for half an hour.
Crossing the limits
of time and space.
Don't go.
Don't go.
Son, don't go.
(Kid) Dad! Father! Papal
Damn it. What?
(Kid) Which song?
Any damn song.
(Kid) Thank you
for encouraging me to sing!
Most welcome.
Do what you have to do.
It will be highly appreciated.
Sir, are you in the queue?
(Kid singing)
Hello, Houshang.
It's me, Khosro.
No, still on the road.
(Humming a tune)
(Khosro) No, he hasn't received
the summons yet.
The deed for the house?
Hold on. It's out of my hands.
The deed is my problem.
I'll take care of it later.
(Song starts playing on car radio)
"I'm the emperor
of the Middle East and Asia".
"The Middle East".
(Singing)
Not done yet?
Haven't even begun.
I was singing.
Heard him? Hasn't begun yet.
I wasn't queuing for a concert!
Talk to you later.
Call me on this number.
OK? Bye, Houshang.
(Kid singing to the song on the radio)
Don't talk!
Just sing!
And take your time!
(Kid singing)
Good boy.
(Singing to the song on the radio)
J? As soon as the door opens
It's time for the reunion
2; All the roads on earth
Lead to my heart
You are my everything
Without you, I can't breathe
If I have you
I have everything I need...?
Sir.
Light.
' When you're gone
who can I open my heart to...
(Khosro singing quietly)
Who shall I wake
the drowsy flowers for
Who will throw seeds
for the birds of love
' How can my body
Be alive without you
You're my everything
Without you, I can't breathe
If I have you
! I have everything I need
Everything I need...
Is he dead?
(Song continues on car radio)
The dearest souvenir
$ Is the dust of your shirt
I am born again
' When I see you and smell you
1 don't want you for myself
Or on a whim...
What the hell?
Just a lock of hair.
- Why don't you leave me alone?
You lunatics, go back to your home.
Our home?
You're the lunatic, you rude boy.
Shithead.
Off we go.
- Where to?
- To hell!
(Song stops abruptly)
(Chuckles softly)
Jessy, what are you doing here?
Are you OK?
Why run like that?
It's not good for you.
Are you listening?
That will make you die sooner.
What will I say to the kid?
It's all my stupid husband's fault.
He should have left you
somewhere further.
I'm not even sure his leg is broken.
(Kid screaming)
Who keeps their broken leg in a cast
for three months?
(Khosro) There he is.
(Kid) I want to hold Jessy.
Stay inside
or I'll cut you to pieces.
I'm not in the mood.
(Khosro) She's not in the mood.
(Kid) Give him to me.
You tied him to a disposable chair?
A plastic chair.
There were a pile of them.
Disposable...
- Plastic!
You're a pain. Take him.
(Kid) Jessy salutes you.
(Khosro) Hello, Jessy, how are you?
(Mum) You OK?
(Farid) You ruined my hair.
(Mum) You think
you're less attractive?
(Kid) Jessy is asking how you feel.
(Khosro) We're fine.
(Khosro) Seat belt.
(Farid) Didn't even remove it.
(Khosro) Side mirror.
(Farid) Didn't touch it.
(Khosro) Start. Don't answer.
(Bleating)
(Dog barking)
(Sheep bells jangling)
(Insects buzzing)
(Mum) Wait!
(Mum) Hello. How are you?
(Shepherd) Hello.
(Mum) Where the hell are you?
Come and choose one, for God's sake!
What's this shithole?
- Hello, sir, how are you?
- Hello.
What's wrong?
I fell down.
From where?
From grace.
Your leg is hurt too?
What are you, a doctor?
I fell in a hole.
They told us to buy a sheepskin.
If you could show us
where the hell we have to go,
we'd be very grateful.
Do you have a traveller?
- We do.
Did you choose the sheepskin?
They won't dry by then.
The last person chose for you
and you choose for the next.
It's a tradition.
It's up to you.
I choose that one.
Which one?
The white one.
White is not a good camouflage.
The next person
will get into trouble.
Exactly. That's the one I want.
Are you sure?
Yes. I'm not choosing a wife.
It's up to you.
(Shepherd in Azeri) Where the hell are you?
We've been waiting for ages!
Give him the signal!
Wasting our time! Where are you?
Why is he taking so long?
Make a signal so he sees youl!
Whirl it around!
Let him see you!
Yes, that's the way!
Faster!
Hurry up!
You're making them sweat!
You're asking me?
Do it with your red panties!
Let's see if this works!
(Mum) Sir?
- I'm not seeing him!
(Mum) Sir?
I told him, he's coming.
(Motorbike approaching)
(Panting) They're here.
- (Kid) Good God.
- Hello.
- (Kid) Who's this?
- Who's the traveller?
Sheepskin?
- (Shepherd in Azeri) Why are you so late?
(in Azeri) Quit having a go at me!
I almost fell!
You old fart,
go sell your sheepskin!
What's it to you?
No mobile, right?
- Not at all.
Take this road and come straight
to the Hassan Ali Kandi junction.
We'll be waiting for you
in the village.
(Shepherd in Azeri) Why don't you
show some respect?
- (Smuggler) Go to hell!
- Sir! The junction...?
(Shepherd in Azeri) Get lost!
(Motorbike engine rumbling)
(Kid) Daddy.
Daddy.
Dad.
(Khosro) Hm?
(Kid) What did he want?
Wasn't he Batman's enemy,
the Scarecrow?
Remember in the movie,
he arrives in a cloud of fear gas
and people see spiders everywhere.
(Khosro) Won't you shut up?
(Motorbike continues to rumble)
(Khosro) I don't get it.
Why should they
charge the full price of a sheep
for the skin?
Hasn't he already milked us enough?
Plus paying for a whole sheep.
(Mum) Mind the bend.
(Khosro) They're pushing it.
I know these kinds of mobs.
- Is it here?
- To the right.
When he was giving directions,
couldn't you ask for more details?
The exact address?
Why didn't you?
You didn't need a leg to do that,
just an open mouth.
I wasn't close enough,
he wouldn't hear me.
Yes, right there.
- Just admit you didn't think of it.
What is Bro up to? I'm bored.
Bizarre.
He must have suspected
that we were planning to eat him.
Are we really going to eat him?
Yes. It was decided last night.
Was I sleeping?
Probably.
But I think his meat is bitter.
His neck is delicious.
In this neck of the woods,
we'd grill him.
His meat is sweet and yummy.
Sure, the cockroach thinks
its baby is a beauty.
Don't let him fool you.
He's just teasing you.
Mum, I wasn't fooled.
Right.
I was fooled.
Dad, are we cockroaches?
We are now.
(Indistinct chatter outside)
Here, right?
(Mum) Was it that way?
(Farid) No.
(Mum) Give me a hug.
We're going to eat you tonight!
(Farid) I'm not a kid anymore.
(Khosro) That's great.
Call your monkey brother.
(Kid) Bro!
Come over here right now!
(Khosro) Where were you,
Monkey the First?
Where were you?
(Farid) I went to the right side,
but it's a dead end.
(Khosro) Are you sure?
(Farid) Yes.
(Khosro) What is this?
(Farid) It's Hassan Ali Kandi's sign.
(Khosro) Why did you take it?
(Farid) It was already on the ground.
I was looking for directions.
(Khosro) Did you find the way?
(Farid) No.
- (Khosro) Why are you happy, then?
- Wait, sir!
(Farid) Do I look happy?
Stop!
Wait.
Thanks.
Hello, how are you?
- Hello.
Do you know
where Kandi village is?
You won't find it on your own,
follow me.
We don't want to bother you.
- He says we can follow him.
- (Kid screaming)
Where are you going?
I'm staying!
Sorry.
No problem, let him be. Follow me.
It's on my way.
Thanks a lot.
- (Khosro) Sure, good riddance.
- Sorry, he is trouble.
Sorry, ma'am.
(Khosro) Just warn them
he's a nutter.
(Kid shouting)
(Car starts)
(Bus horn honking)
(Bus horn honking)
(Bus horn honking)
(Bus horn honking)
It's so calm.
Now I can sleep.
Blissful.
Good God.
What are we doing?
I was suffocating
in front of the kid.
We should have told him.
What an education we're giving him.
All lies.
Nothing but lies.
(Bus horn honking)
If that loud mouth had known,
he would have given the game away.
(Mum) The poor people on the bus,
he must be driving them crazy.
So, what are you going to tell him?
Nothing. We won't tell him anything.
We'll say you got married
and you had to leave,
to run away.
And you'll be back soon.
Anyway, he's a Kid.
He won't be sad for long.
How about you guys?
Will you be sad for long?
Of course not.
It's going to be fine.
It's going to be fine.
One day, we'll laugh at all this.
Seriously?
What is there to laugh about?
I begged you, during this trip,
not to talk about separation
and not to cry.
It breaks my heart
to see you like this, Mum.
Let me go reassured,
knowing that you'll be fine.
I cried because of a sad memory.
Nothing to do with you leaving.
Why would I mess up your mood?
Nonsense.
Don't tailgate the minibus.
It's suffocating us.
Your husband told me to tailgate him,
not to lose him.
(Khosro) Now her husband tells you
not to tailgate the damn minibus.
You're such an arse.
(Bus horn honking)
(Bus horn honking)
That little devil is so cute.
(Bus horn honks)
- (Kid shouting)
(Horse neighing)
(Kid grunting)
(Kid) Hello, villagers!
Can't you shut up?
Why are you hitting me?
- I didn't.
- What did I do?
(Mum) It was a joke.
(Kid) I don't appreciate your jokes.
(in Azeri) Hello, you have a traveller?
(Mum) Yes.
(in Azeri) Please...
(Mum) What?
- Please go behind the coffee shop.
Remember who you're looking for,
Hassan-Ali The Third.
Hassan-Ali The Third.
Well! What are you waiting for?
Get lost, sweetie!
Get going.
Get going.
Where is Bro going?
I'm going with him.
Look at this calf.
He looks exactly like you.
What a beauty.
Do you want to make friends?
- Yes.
(Music playing in the village)
Don't we look suspicious?
Suspicious of what? Stop worrying.
I am so worried.
What could happen to him?
- Left! Left!
(Khosro) We did our research.
Houshang is a stand-up guy.
Why did you let him go alone?
Go with him.
At his age, I started a family.
Now you worry
because he's on his own.
OK, I'll go.
(Calf mooing)
You're ridiculous.
- (Kid shouting)
(Calf mooing)
- No fingers in his eyes!
(Distant chatter)
(Indistinct conversation)
Halt!
I'll Kick your arse!
- Why are you here?
They all saw you.
So what?
Your lovely mother
ordered me to join you.
He asked us to wait here.
The hell with him.
- What?
I don't like the guy.
Didn't they tell you where to go?
What?
Were you always like this?
Like what, exactly?
I asked if you knew where to go.
- OK.
- Goddamn it.
He said we had to go
another two kilometres
and then wait
at the end of the road.
After an hour,
they'll come to pick us up.
Where are you going?
- Come.
Didn't they say
when you'll hit the road?
They said...
First, we're put in quarantine.
Then, when the time comes,
they'll send me
to where you'll be told to wait.
Then, we say goodbye and we leave.
It might take a couple of days.
I think you should go back home.
Shut up.
Leave you here?
Don't you know your mother?
She won't let go
until you get to the border.
If they don't see me,
they'll leave without me.
They wouldn't dare.
Didn't they say in an hour?
Come, sit here.
Relax.
I'm stressed.
Stressed...
Stressed...
(Sombre piano music)
(Birds chirping)
Bring me that apple.
The other one too.
(Piano music continues)
Wash them.
Whenever you Kill a cockroach,
don't throw him back in the toilet.
Remember his parents
sent him out in the world
with lots of hope.
I won't.
And stop whining in front of your mum.
You break her heart.
I know. I'm careful.
Were you careful, numbskull?
How many times did I catch you?
OK, I'll be more careful.
(Piano music stops)
A man doesn't cry
in front of his mother.
In front of his father...
You expect me to cry
in front of you?
No.
But if you really want to,
I give you permission.
Kind of you. Thanks.
If you want to know your friend,
give him an apple
and ask him to share it with you.
Then see if he gives you
the bigger or the smaller half.
Numbskull, let me finish.
(Bird screeching)
There.
What? Don't you see?
You took the bigger half.
Are you blind?
Give it to me.
OK, forget it.
Which half should I take
for our friendship to last?
Too late.
Forget it.
It tastes like eggs.
We have to go, Dad.
OK. Let's eat it first.
You'll be less stressed.
Don't be afraid. Of anything.
Those who leave on boats that sink
should be afraid.
Not you, who have Houshang
waiting on the other side.
Zero risk.
Don't be scared. Ever.
I'm worried about the house
that you put up for my bail.
What about me?
Your crazy brother, your mum?
- Don't we matter?
- Sure, I...
Don't talk with your mouth full.
Two decades
of repeating this to you!
OK. OK.
(Donkey braying in distance)
What was I saying?
That you worry about the house.
- Right.
I'm worried about it.
- So?
- So...
Why are you repeating?
I asked you what about us.
Me, your crazy brother, your mum.
And what did I answer?
Are you serious
or are you pulling my leg?
Me, pulling your leg?
Why would you think that about me?
OK, I'm reassured.
Ow.
Mum is not here, drop the act.
You don't believe
that my tooth hurts?
Let me see.
Which one?
It really is in bad shape.
- I told you.
Can I beg you,
once you're in Tehran,
to go to the dentist
and stop venting to poor Mum?
OK.
Good boy.
(Birds screaming)
It's been a long time
since we last talked like this.
I appreciate your support.
Shut up.
(Khosro) Done deal.
Great, tied to a tree,
time for a yummy barbecue
out of Monkey the Second.
(Kid) What does he want?
(Smuggler) Who's the traveller?
(Khosro) Nothing.
He's asking for directions.
He's lost.
(Kid) Cool, you'll barbecue me.
(Khosro) First, I have to shoot you.
(Mum) Good day, sir.
We don't have a mobile phone
and we've been discreet on the road.
(Smuggler) I asked you
to be discrete.
I insisted that he come alone.
(Mum) His dad was worried.
He kept his distance.
No bad intentions.
Besides, your directions sucked.
You didn't say
which side to take at the junction.
And then, we had a hard time
buying a whole sheep.
(Smuggler) OK, let's go.
(Farid) OK. Right now?
(Mum) Khosro!
Khosro!
Khosro!
(Smuggler) I'll take him
to quarantine.
You can say goodbye
in two days.
(Mum) You should've
said that earlier. Wait.
(Kid) Dad, untie me.
(Khosro) I'm coming.
Let me see
if I can hunt you from afar.
(Mum) Here's the sheepskin
and his bag.
(Smuggler) This bag is too big,
it's going to expose us.
(Mum) I'll change it.
(Smuggler) Don't make a fuss.
(Mum) OK, I'll change it.
They're going to take him
to quarantine,
and bring him back in a few days,
to say goodbye.
(Kid) Mum!
(Mum) Shut up.
(Kid) Come and free me!
Mum, come and untie me!
Mum!
(Mum panting)
(Kid) Mum!
Untie me!
Mum, untie me!
Mum!
Mum!
Help!
(Khosro) Why can't he shut up?
He's such a pain.
(Mum) Tell him to keep quiet.
Come on, take this money.
And give me a clear address
of where we have to stay. Here you are.
(Smuggler) I'll tell you
where to camp.
(Mum) Let me see.
- Wait! I forgot something! Wait.
(Khosro) What's up?
(Mum) I bought him a hat and a shawl
so he doesn't catch a cold.
(Khosro) Listen, don't worry.
You'll be back.
You'll come back
and we can say goodbye.
OK?
(Smuggler) Hurry up, we're late.
(Kid shouting)
(Mum) Stop shouting!
(Khosro) Don't worry,
Houshang is a stand-up guy.
A genuine one.
When are you coming back?
(Mum) I'm OK.
(Kid) Bro!
(Khosro) I'll keep him busy.
(Kid) Where is Bro going?
(Mum) Wait! Stop!
Wait a second!
The kid is going to catch a cold.
Take care of yourself.
OK, my boy?
Wait.
Wrap it around you.
Where are you taking my child?
(Kid shouting)
(Mum, out of breath) Wait...
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
(Kid shouting)
(Melancholic piano music)
(Kid screaming)
(Indistinct shouting)
(Khosro) Take him, I can't anymore.
Son, hold the door.
- (Kid grunting)
(Mum) Come on, good dog.
Are you holding it?
(Woman) Hello.
(All) Hello.
Hi, how are you?
(Mum) What a beautiful girl.
What's your name?
- Mobina.
(Mum) Nice.
(Kid) She's got beautiful hair.
(Mum) Yes, very.
(Mobina's mum)
You'll get tired like this.
Press this and it gets blocked.
(Mum) Interesting.
You have the same car?
(Mobina's mum)
No, but I think they all have this.
Thank you so much.
- You're welcome.
Can I help you?
- No, thanks.
Mobina, can you show the kid around?
(Mobina) Yes, sure.
(Mum) That's nice.
(Mobina) Can we take the dog too?
(Mum) No, he's sick.
(Mobina's mum) Go ahead, my girl.
(Mum) My husband has one broken leg
and two broken hands.
(Khosro) What's wrong with him?
(Man) He's weak. Don't you see?
(Khosro) He was already like that
when I found him.
(Kid) So beautiful.
(Khosro) But he's a nice dog.
(Mum) Yes, it's beautiful.
(Khosro) Is it the Ursa Major?
(Kid) God Almighty,
what a great job you did.
(Mum) Such a starry night.
(Mum) Not again. Stop doing this.
I'll smash your head
if you kiss the ground.
(Kid) I really regret it.
(Mum) OK, let's go.
(Mum) It's sleeping time.
Our dog was like family.
How many are you?
Five, including the one
who's leaving.
Don't lie on the ground.
- Dad.
- It's cold.
- Dad?
- Yes?
Where is Farid?
Farid...
Farid disappeared.
(Mumbles)
He went off-roading.
He comes back tomorrow, right?
- Let's hope.
- You're dazzling me.
What is this?
Ask him.
- Sir, what is this?
- A headlamp, dear.
When is Bro coming? Be specific.
Not tonight.
Maybe tomorrow.
Or maybe the day after tomorrow.
Sir, is it an original?
There are no originals anymore.
How much?
Expensive.
Maybe the day after tomorrow.
What time?
Sir, you see my situation.
Can you give the dog
to my wife when you go?
Sure.
What time?
Goodbye then.
9:30.
Goodnight.
10:30.
11:30, maybe.
Where would he go after off-roading?
12:30.
After off-roading?
After off-roading? Oh, dear.
Look over there.
Look at the sky.
Where is Bro?
I forgot to tell you.
He went to marry a beautiful woman.
When he returns, I asked him to bring you
an original Batman mask
which is impossible to find here.
You mean he'll meet Batman?
Sure.
If he's smart enough,
he'll get an appointment.
And if he's even smarter,
he'll do it on a Sunday.
Because Sunday is a holiday.
But Superman,
no matter if Sunday or Monday,
he doesn't save people,
he's too lazy.
He's a bum.
He's not even a superhero.
He's an arse.
(Tinkling)
I have a question, though.
Would Batman
give him his car for a ride?
Are you joking?
Give that expensive car
to your blind brother?
To crash it?
Not in his life.
Batman's not crazy.
(Tinkling)
That car doesn't get destroyed,
not even with a rocket.
Cool wheels.
It even has a fridge, a PlayStation
and a fantastic sound system.
And a sixth gear.
It flies, basically.
Really?
Sure.
So, that banger
must be quite expensive.
You can't find it on the market
but I did some maths,
and I found out the car's price.
Well done. How much?
(Tinkling)
I don't know it in our currency.
I don't have my notebook.
But I can tell you in dollars.
How much?
600 million dollars.
Oh.
600 million dollars?
That's a lot.
If his expensive car gets scratched
by your bro,
this poor orphan Batman
will snap.
He will sit
in the middle of the road
and shout:
"Oh, God!"
You mean he'll be devastated?
Yes, he'd start crying.
People will ask him
what has happened.
He'll show them the scratch.
And then,
they'll start crying too.
He'll cry his heart out.
And a blind man
will pass by and ask:
"I hear lamenting, weeping and moaning.
What is it all about?"
He'll ask him to come closer
and touch the car.
He'll touch the scratch and say...
- What is it you always say?
- What?
- Auu?
- Wow.
Wow.
Then he'll start crying
and weeping too.
Batman, like a mad man,
will walk in the middle and shout:
"Oh, my car is scratched".
(Laughing)
(Kid) Poor Batman.
(Khosro) "My car is scratched,
so scratched, so scratched".
"Oh! n
(Both laughing)
(Khosro) "My car is scratched".
"Now it's only worth
500 million dollars".
(Both laughing)
(Khosro, laughing) 500 million dollars.
(Indistinct chatter)
(Motorbike approaching)
Here they are.
(All speaking indistinctly)
(Chatter gets louder)
We were supposed to see them before!
We couldn't say goodbye!
(Mum) Khosro!
Khosro!
Khosro!
Khosro!
(Screaming and crying)
(Mum crying)
Khosro.
My baby's gone.
(Distant) Bye. Goodbye.
(Grunts)
It's so beautiful.
Here we go again.
You naughty ones
are early risers now?
Well, yes.
(Mimics gunshots)
How's it going?
See that cute lady?
Yep.
What was it that you said?
Tres, tres...?
Tres jolie.
Yes. Go tell her.
Take a piece of bread.
It's a beautiful spot too.
Sure, go.
Both the lady and the spot
are beautiful.
(Mum chuckles)
Tres jolie.
- My sweetie.
My love...
- Yes?
This new girlfriend of yours
is much prettier than Ms Fakhrai.
- So what?
- Go play with her.
Go, she's over there.
(Making animal sounds)
(Kid) Hello!
(Indistinct chatter)
(People laughing in distance)
(Car door closes)
(Car starts)
(Crying)
Aaahhh!
Bliss!
(Music starts)
I saw my love leaving me
And the colour on my cheeks fading
I'm caught
in the stormy sea of love
' My love is leaving me
on Noah's Ark
What a mood I am in
I'm homesick
? In this foreign land
God is all I have
What a mood I am in
I'm homesick
? In this foreign land
God is all I have
Who can hear the pain
of my broken heart
' What can I sing
with my tired voice...?!
Woo!
(Song continues)
Woo!
What a mood I am in
I'm homesick
? In this foreign land
Sweetheart!
You are my love!
(In English) I love youl!
Jessy, come here.
Jessy!
Dad! Check Jessy out!
Jessy's not feeling well!
(Song stops)
- Mum, Dad! Jessy's not feeling well!
Jessy! Jessy!
(Music starts)
(Lipsyncing) My dear kin
I My tribesman
You are riding the horse of exile
So proudly
On this land
? You, the noble man
Were the last one standing
But you broke too
Although thirsty
and believing in thirst
We were proud
of the name of our land
What you gave away
to the yearning wind
$ Was our only treasure
Which autumn
with its magic voice
! Called you, you lovesick
For you to leave so bravely
In search of the poppy
Stay beside us
and while distraught
We are waiting for spring
Stay beside us so that together
' We make the sun rise again
Thousands of birds
In love much like you
Crossed the night
in hope of daylight
They left for good
Honest and innocent
Not to return till this day
God be with you
You tired of darkness
But leaving is not
The cure for this pain
The road you took
Leads to sunset
Not to sunrise
The night is falling, come back
; Which autumn
with its magic voice... /
Pantea Panahiha
Hassan Madjooni
Rayan Sarlak
Amin Simiar
In a movie by
Panah Panahi
(Song continues)
HIT THE ROAD
Director of photography:
Amin Jafari
Script consultant: Nader Saivar
With thanks to Kasra Forouhi
Music: Peyman Yazdanian
Based on Schubert's theme
Editing:
Ashkan Mehri, Amir Etminan
Mix: Zohreh Ali Akbari
Sound: Abdolreza Heydari
Makeup artist:
Iman Omidvari, Maryam Saligheh
Set design:
Babak Djadjar Tabrizi
Costumes:
Mahsa and Sara Khamisi
Colour correction:
Kamran Saharkhiz
Special effects:
Mohammad Sanifar
First assistant director:
Negar Joneydi
Second assistant director:
Saman Iran Nejad
Stage manager: Nader Saivar
Production manager: Milad Mahdizadeh
Producer: Mastaneh Mohajer
Written and directed by
Panah Panahi
(Song continues)
The End
(Sombre piano music)
(Cars passing by)
(Piano music in time with fingers)
(Khosro) Mm.
Mm.
(Music continues)
(Cars passing by)
(Piano music continues on car radio)
HIT THE ROAD
Written and directed
by Panah Panahi
(Radio interference)
Where are we?
We're dead.
(Radio interference)
(Radio interference)
Give it to me.
(Radio interference)
(Turns off radio)
Right now.
Give you what, dear mother?
- Give it to her, punk.
- What?
The phone.
- I don't get it.
Quiet.
- The phone.
I don't get you.
He's deaf. The phone.
- Shh!
- I didn't bring the phone.
Shh!
Little piece of shit.
Didn't I order you not to bring it?
- You ordered him?
- Sure, I did.
Search him.
Where did you hide it?
Don't move.
- I need to know who ordered.
What do you mean by "order" anyway?
Please, tell me who ordered.
I need to know!
Open the door, kick him out.
He's lying, I can't stand it.
Get out.
I'll take off your trousers.
No, not my trousers!
- Search him.
OK, I'll give it to you.
Hurry up.
You can have it.
Was it really worth it?
Throwing out your child.
Little piece of shit,
is that where you hide it?
Sure, nice and warm.
What are you up to?
Why are you taking it out?
- Keep him still.
Sit down.
- Why are you taking it?
Why?
(Grunting)
She broke it!
Calm down!
It's the SIM card, not your willy.
Stop wriggling around.
He's driving me mad.
- What should I do with this?
- Want me to swallow it?
Maybe he should...
(Whispers)
Huh?
(Mouths silently)
Where are you taking it?
Sit down,
we'll pick it up on our way back.
If anything happens to my phone...
Shut it.
Just remember where she hid it.
Mum has disappeared!
(Kid grunts)
(Both shouting)
(Mum) Stay there or I'll eat you up.
(Kid) It's really expensive!
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
Hey!
Don't destroy the car, it's borrowed.
What's got into you?
Loser.
If I don't answer my calls,
people will worry.
I have serious matters
to take care of.
Who worries about you, little fart?
Everybody, hundreds of people.
People you don't know.
It's so annoying.
Who are these friends
who worry about you?
Who worries about you more
than your father,
your mother,
your sister,
your uncle
or even your aunt's brother-in-law,
your cousin's sister-in-law?
Who's gonna worry?
You don't know everything.
Enlighten me.
Ms Fakhrai, she's the worrying type.
She's 40. A bit old for you, no?
Not the mother, her daughter.
That chubby bear,
what was her name again?
She's not a bear, she's a gazelle.
Oh.
If she's a gazelle,
it's damn serious.
You bet. We worked out all the details.
We're getting married.
Sure, you don't deserve better
than Little Miss Four-Eyes.
But her father's
gonna kick our arse.
He wouldn't dare.
You wouldn't let him.
You see my leg.
And forget about your brother.
I'll take care of him myself.
If my phone is lost,
I'll take care of all of you!
Wait!
You can't go there. Let's go.
- Let go of me.
- Let's go.
Get in the car.
I don't want to, I'm pissed off!
- Let me go.
- Don't move.
Stand still.
Will you remember the place?
Sure, I covered it with a stone.
Come closer.
If something were to happen to you,
how would we find it?
Thank you, God, for this scenery.
(Parents chatting)
Idiot!
- Idiot! Stop kissing the ground!
- Sorry.
- You have dirt all over you.
Looks like pistachios.
- My sweetie.
Beautiful.
And there, smiley face biscuits.
And there, it looks like frogs.
A pair of frogs.
(Kid) And there, a lion's head.
And the other one is like
those mythical sphinxes in movies.
(Mum) Stunning!
(Kid laughing)
Which one?
Over there.
Where?
There.
(Mum) Oh!
(Laughing and grunting)
(Car passing by)
(Sombre piano music)
(Music stops abruptly)
(Kid laughing)
(Khosro) Hey! Careful!
Seat belt.
Rear mirror.
Side mirror.
Handbrake.
Clutch.
(Starts car)
Gear.
Signal.
(Mum) In the name of Allah.
Onwards!
(Kid) I'm heartbroken.
I feel sad.
If Ms Fakhrai calls
and I don't answer,
she'll break up with me.
Who's gonna be accountable then?
Hey.
Are you blind?
You should have changed your glasses
at the eleventh hour.
Why is nobody answering me?
What does "eleventh hour" mean, huh?
Sir, would you answer me?
Would you, dear lady?
Or you, Mr Shithead?
(Mum) Calm down, sweetheart.
These two grown-ups listened
and left their phones behind,
without protesting.
(Kid humming a tune)
Dad, Jessy seems tired.
(Khosro) Look, this is the Urmia lake.
Well, it used to be.
Years ago, we would swim in it.
Now, you can only have a dirt bath.
That's better, we won't get wet.
Here you are. Done.
(In English) Good. Good.
Well done.
Well done to you.
ow!
Let me see.
(Kid) What the hell!
(Khosro) Why doesn't it come off?
Do you know how much it costs?
(Kid) Not that much.
(Khosro) You and your brother are ruining me.
(Khosro) To hell with you.
(Kid) Let go of me.
He destroyed the car.
(Quietly) It cleans up with alcohol.
We're being followed.
What did you say? Ow!
(Whispering) We're being followed.
Yeah, got it.
- Why are you staring at me then?
- I thought you were still talking.
- We're being followed!
- (Kid) Cool, we're being followed!
(Khosro) Act normal. Is he alone?
Turn around and see for yourself.
(Mimics explosion)
I'm saying let's act normal,
and you tell me to turn and look?
Hi, Jessy!
Go hide, the bad guys are here!
Park next to that car.
(Kid mimics gunshots, then groans)
(Groaning) Before I die,
I have to tell you my last will.
(Khosro) You got shot, die.
(Kid) For my brother...
Over there, with the others.
(Khosro) Thank God, he died.
(Mum) Act casually.
Give me a tissue.
(Khosro) It's the A/C.
(Mum) Ignore him.
(Car approaching)
(Driver) It's petrol!
(Khosro) There must be a leak.
It's the A/C.
I was signalling you.
Your tank is leaking petrol.
(Khosro) Dead man, get up.
Pass the antenna.
OK, thanks!
Thanks, go ahead.
Take Jessy for a pee.
(Music playing outside)
- (Kid singing)
- (Khosro) Get out.
(Khosro) Get out.
(Singing)
Hey, wait!
Come here.
(Mum) First, take Jessy for a pee.
(Kid) Take him yourself.
(Mum) No, you have to do it.
(Kid) I'm busy.
(Mum) Wait a second.
I'm telling you it's the A/C.
(Mum) Let's go for a pee.
(Kicks can)
(Mum) Take him behind the tree.
This way.
(Kid) Come, Jessy.
(Mum) He's right.
There's a leak under the car.
(Chatting indistinctly)
Dad, take him.
Take him, Dad.
OK.
It's the A/C.
(Driver) Don't look there. It's petrol.
(Mum) Thanks a lot.
Get off my back.
Thank you.
(Shop assistant in Azeri) We spoke before...
Wait a second.
What do you want, kid?
Sir, could you come closer?
You come closer!
Watch your step, don't break anything!
(in Azeri) Sorry, Rahman.
Do you have a first-class
second-hand phone?
Give me a break, kiddo.
(in Azeri) Rahman,
give me all your surplus in petrol.
I've got clients.
- I'll take care of it.
(Customer) How much for these?
No worries. It's not petrol,
but a cooling agent from the A/C.
(Cars passing by)
(Sombre piano music)
(Music stops abruptly)
(Horn honking)
- (Mum) Get away from the road!
I told you it's the A/C.
- When?
- You weren't listening.
You didn't.
- I did.
Move your crutch.
(Mum murmurs) In the name of Allah.
(Khosro) Seat belt.
Little fart.
Rear mirror.
Signal.
(Mum) He didn't signal.
(Lipsyncing to radio)
Told you, told you, yeah
Told you that being angry is a sin
My eyes are on the road you took
' I'm begging you, yeah
To stop sulking
With your black eyes, stop sulking
Life is short
Like a dream
This too shall pass
Make peace
Spring will blossom again
And drown us in flowers
Told you
Told you being angry is a sin
- Damn it!
- (Song stops)
Do you think I'm a kid?
Trying to have a last-gasp party!
Shut up in front of the kid.
I feel fine.
You bring me down when you do that.
(Kid) What's he talking about?
In movies, when they say "last-gasp",
something bad happens.
No, "last-gasp" is not a bad word.
Don't worry, sweetheart.
Is Bro going somewhere?
He's gonna get married.
Who would marry him?
Lots of morons around.
We wanna elope.
Don't. You'll get caught.
No bad omens, kiddo.
I have a bad feeling.
He'll be back soon.
Oh, sweetie. Look, the cyclists.
Oh, yes!
Great!
- Hello, there!
- Hello!
Athletes are heroes, champions
He fell!
What happened?
(Kid singing)
Don't stop. Go.
(Kid) Sir, are you OK?
Of course, he's fine.
Sir, did you die?
Are you dead?
Get going.
(Kid) He's crying.
- If he's crying, he's fine.
Where are you going?
Monkey face.
(Kid) Where are you going?
See if the car is scratched.
Take this and stop crying.
I'm not crying, my leg hurts.
I was in the middle of a race.
Can you drop me at the infirmary?
Wipe your tears first.
- OK?
- You're pulling my leg.
Don't tease him, poor thing.
Is it a national competition?
Where are the soigneurs
that escort you on bikes?
It's not an official competition.
We're practising for the Grand National.
But we've set up a prize
for the winner.
Could you move a little?
- How much is the prize?
- We put in 60,000 each.
- How many are you?
- 30.
This makes for a prize of 180 million?
18 million.
It's 1.8 million, geniuses.
Now you have to say goodbye
to the world of sports?
Nonsense.
Armstrong stayed the world champion
with cancer.
He's my role model
in life and in sport.
His name says it all:
Arm-strong.
If only I could see him up close
and kiss his hands, his legs...
Come on, he was into doping.
It caused a scandal.
They took back all his medals
and kicked him out.
From where?
The Cycling Federation, I guess.
How should I know?
He was dismissed
as a dishonest prick.
It was on TV.
Fake news.
No, listen to me, big boy.
He confessed
in front of the world media
that he cheated.
He was so ashamed
he made a mea culpa
and said: "Take back my medals".
Fine, he cheated.
He was a champion for ten years,
wasn't he?
He became rich, he found a wife.
One can't find a wife
without medals?
I guess I was
the Tour de France champion.
Listen, big boy,
don't play the devil's advocate,
don't be mistaken.
One must live an honest life.
Bravo, that's my man.
Now a prayer for Father.
Allahumma salli'ala muhammadin
wa aali muhammad.
Please, have a cucumber.
Don't. He'll get sick.
- Have some pistachios.
- What are you doing?
- I want to give him something too.
This is not a zoo. Stop feeding him.
I should have won the competition.
An athlete has to focus on sport,
not on cheating or doping.
Sorry,
the pistachios fell on the floor.
- It's OK, leave it.
Move your foot.
Oh.
Look. Your friends.
It's dirty. Leave it.
- She's right, it's dirty, leave it.
One should not cheat.
You mean you've never cheated?
Done anything illegal?
The problem is
we create boundaries-
Actually, we want our elder son--
Shut up.
We create boundaries
to avoid thinking about transgression.
Whenever we do,
our mind just blocks.
Why? Because we're sure
we're good people.
And it's true.
We are good people,
but the problem is
the boundaries we've created.
We stop thinking and we push it all
into the unconscious.
So, we can't analyse.
It's already too late.
I can't express myself
very well in Farsi.
I'd be more comfortable in Azeri.
Leave it, it's dirty.
For the birds.
What do you want?
Can I drink from your thermos?
- What a pain.
I'm glad to see an athlete
who has something between his ears.
- Thank you, ma'am.
- You memorised it, right?
I have an MA in sociology.
Stop it, you idiot.
Why did you give him this?
He might be sick or something.
I swear I'm not sick, ma'am.
Here you are.
I'll fill it up with Red Bull.
I'll get off here. Thanks.
- Thanks, Mr Driver.
- Why are you giving him that?
You're welcome,
but there is no infirmary here.
There we are.
No worries, my house is nearby.
- I don't see any house either.
- Thank you.
Take your bike.
- Thank you, Mr Driver.
Be strong.
(Mumbling)
Thanks.
- Goodbye.
Why don't you close this?
You could have done it.
(Mum) Take Jessy for a pee.
Why don't you take him?
Your dog is really cute.
- You want him?
- No, thanks.
He has a serious infection
and he's dying.
His stupid dad picked him up
in the street for the kid.
Our son is quite sensitive,
we're afraid he'll see him die.
You should have had the vet
put him down, poor thing.
That was the plan,
and he said he did it.
But this morning,
the dog was at our door again.
We'll keep the kid busy,
take him and leave him somewhere.
Even if I was willing to do it,
which I'm not,
what would you tell your son?
That you kidnapped him.
Why don't you shut your mouth?
- I'm off.
Thank you very much.
Thank you too, Mr Driver.
Thanks, bye.
(Khosro) We hit him
and he thanks us.
(Mum) He's a good man.
(Khosro) Couldn't you shut up
in front of the kid?
(Farid) I slipped up.
Sorry.
Not peeing yet?
I can't look at Jessy.
I feel bad for him.
I didn't say anything
in front of the kid,
but didn't you say you took him
to the vet and he put him down?
With this broken leg?
I had Ahmadian do it.
You said they injected him,
his shit and pee got all over the place,
splashed the nurse
who then sat down,
covered in shit, and started crying.
That's Ahmadian's story.
Not my vocabulary.
You said you saw Jessy die
with your own eyes.
What's the kid doing over there?
I'll go.
(Mum) Hurry up! Stop daydreaming!
(Khosro) Let them spend
some time together.
Pee together.
We won't stop again.
(Mum) Any wild beasts around?
I'm worried.
Go get them.
The only two wild beasts in this lake
are these two.
No worries.
Plus, what can I do with this leg?
You piss me off with "this leg".
What can I do?
Khosro.
I think I'm losing it.
What next?
Is this guy reliable?
I told you a hundred times
Houshang is a stand-up guy.
We lost our house.
And we sold my car
for him to be able to leave.
All I have is you
and the little one.
Do you ever think about the future?
(Khosro) This is my future.
What are you talking about?
(Mum) Once he's out of the country,
I'm sure he'll work hard,
become rich, buy a house
and we'll be reunited.
Him?
Stop it! That's enough!
OK, but him?
(Sombre piano music)
(Mum) Every morning...
...I would take my camera
to immortalise your artistic pee.
I found it last night and brought it
for you to take it as a souvenir.
It's quite a collection.
Abroad, this would be a huge success
in an art gallery.
No doubt about it.
And they would call it
"Series of my son Farid's pees".
Or "Which country's map is this?"
(Kid) & We are two brothers
Smarter than the others
' We wet our bed every night
And we spray it just right
' We pee in a bottle
' We pee on Asia
We pee on Africa
And if we get there
we pee on Europe!
To the health of my bro and I.
(Sombre piano music)
(Piano music continues)
(Jessy barking)
(Kid) Dad!
Dad, come here.
(Khosro) Let me tie him up,
you jerk.
(Kid) I can't hold it anymore.
(Khosro) Coming.
(Kid) What's that on your head?
Is that Mum's scarf?
She'll get upset.
Explain it to me, please.
(Khosro) Drop it, I have a toothache.
Let's go to the toilet.
(Kid mimicking Khosro)
Once you get there,
try to smoke less.
You smoke too much.
Not much.
You smoke a lot while watching movies.
Don't watch movies.
Fine, I won't.
What's the world's best fim
for you?
The world's best film?
Any film.
What kind of question is that?
For once,
give me a straight answer.
And don't jerk me around.
"2001: A Space Odyssey".
Is it beautiful?
Mesmerising.
You know...
...it's very zen.
It calms you down.
Takes you deep into the galaxies.
Galaxies are full of wars.
How can it calm you down?
Not at all.
- I don't get you men.
There is no war in it.
Thank God, then.
There is no deity except Allah,
and His are all things in
the heavens and on earth,
and in the Milky Way Galaxy!
The Milky Way Galaxy?
What happens at the end?
At the end,
the hero is alone, in a spaceship.
He goes deep into a black hole.
He goes deeper and deeper.
That's all you see for half an hour.
Crossing the limits
of time and space.
Don't go.
Don't go.
Son, don't go.
(Kid) Dad! Father! Papal
Damn it. What?
(Kid) Which song?
Any damn song.
(Kid) Thank you
for encouraging me to sing!
Most welcome.
Do what you have to do.
It will be highly appreciated.
Sir, are you in the queue?
(Kid singing)
Hello, Houshang.
It's me, Khosro.
No, still on the road.
(Humming a tune)
(Khosro) No, he hasn't received
the summons yet.
The deed for the house?
Hold on. It's out of my hands.
The deed is my problem.
I'll take care of it later.
(Song starts playing on car radio)
"I'm the emperor
of the Middle East and Asia".
"The Middle East".
(Singing)
Not done yet?
Haven't even begun.
I was singing.
Heard him? Hasn't begun yet.
I wasn't queuing for a concert!
Talk to you later.
Call me on this number.
OK? Bye, Houshang.
(Kid singing to the song on the radio)
Don't talk!
Just sing!
And take your time!
(Kid singing)
Good boy.
(Singing to the song on the radio)
J? As soon as the door opens
It's time for the reunion
2; All the roads on earth
Lead to my heart
You are my everything
Without you, I can't breathe
If I have you
I have everything I need...?
Sir.
Light.
' When you're gone
who can I open my heart to...
(Khosro singing quietly)
Who shall I wake
the drowsy flowers for
Who will throw seeds
for the birds of love
' How can my body
Be alive without you
You're my everything
Without you, I can't breathe
If I have you
! I have everything I need
Everything I need...
Is he dead?
(Song continues on car radio)
The dearest souvenir
$ Is the dust of your shirt
I am born again
' When I see you and smell you
1 don't want you for myself
Or on a whim...
What the hell?
Just a lock of hair.
- Why don't you leave me alone?
You lunatics, go back to your home.
Our home?
You're the lunatic, you rude boy.
Shithead.
Off we go.
- Where to?
- To hell!
(Song stops abruptly)
(Chuckles softly)
Jessy, what are you doing here?
Are you OK?
Why run like that?
It's not good for you.
Are you listening?
That will make you die sooner.
What will I say to the kid?
It's all my stupid husband's fault.
He should have left you
somewhere further.
I'm not even sure his leg is broken.
(Kid screaming)
Who keeps their broken leg in a cast
for three months?
(Khosro) There he is.
(Kid) I want to hold Jessy.
Stay inside
or I'll cut you to pieces.
I'm not in the mood.
(Khosro) She's not in the mood.
(Kid) Give him to me.
You tied him to a disposable chair?
A plastic chair.
There were a pile of them.
Disposable...
- Plastic!
You're a pain. Take him.
(Kid) Jessy salutes you.
(Khosro) Hello, Jessy, how are you?
(Mum) You OK?
(Farid) You ruined my hair.
(Mum) You think
you're less attractive?
(Kid) Jessy is asking how you feel.
(Khosro) We're fine.
(Khosro) Seat belt.
(Farid) Didn't even remove it.
(Khosro) Side mirror.
(Farid) Didn't touch it.
(Khosro) Start. Don't answer.
(Bleating)
(Dog barking)
(Sheep bells jangling)
(Insects buzzing)
(Mum) Wait!
(Mum) Hello. How are you?
(Shepherd) Hello.
(Mum) Where the hell are you?
Come and choose one, for God's sake!
What's this shithole?
- Hello, sir, how are you?
- Hello.
What's wrong?
I fell down.
From where?
From grace.
Your leg is hurt too?
What are you, a doctor?
I fell in a hole.
They told us to buy a sheepskin.
If you could show us
where the hell we have to go,
we'd be very grateful.
Do you have a traveller?
- We do.
Did you choose the sheepskin?
They won't dry by then.
The last person chose for you
and you choose for the next.
It's a tradition.
It's up to you.
I choose that one.
Which one?
The white one.
White is not a good camouflage.
The next person
will get into trouble.
Exactly. That's the one I want.
Are you sure?
Yes. I'm not choosing a wife.
It's up to you.
(Shepherd in Azeri) Where the hell are you?
We've been waiting for ages!
Give him the signal!
Wasting our time! Where are you?
Why is he taking so long?
Make a signal so he sees youl!
Whirl it around!
Let him see you!
Yes, that's the way!
Faster!
Hurry up!
You're making them sweat!
You're asking me?
Do it with your red panties!
Let's see if this works!
(Mum) Sir?
- I'm not seeing him!
(Mum) Sir?
I told him, he's coming.
(Motorbike approaching)
(Panting) They're here.
- (Kid) Good God.
- Hello.
- (Kid) Who's this?
- Who's the traveller?
Sheepskin?
- (Shepherd in Azeri) Why are you so late?
(in Azeri) Quit having a go at me!
I almost fell!
You old fart,
go sell your sheepskin!
What's it to you?
No mobile, right?
- Not at all.
Take this road and come straight
to the Hassan Ali Kandi junction.
We'll be waiting for you
in the village.
(Shepherd in Azeri) Why don't you
show some respect?
- (Smuggler) Go to hell!
- Sir! The junction...?
(Shepherd in Azeri) Get lost!
(Motorbike engine rumbling)
(Kid) Daddy.
Daddy.
Dad.
(Khosro) Hm?
(Kid) What did he want?
Wasn't he Batman's enemy,
the Scarecrow?
Remember in the movie,
he arrives in a cloud of fear gas
and people see spiders everywhere.
(Khosro) Won't you shut up?
(Motorbike continues to rumble)
(Khosro) I don't get it.
Why should they
charge the full price of a sheep
for the skin?
Hasn't he already milked us enough?
Plus paying for a whole sheep.
(Mum) Mind the bend.
(Khosro) They're pushing it.
I know these kinds of mobs.
- Is it here?
- To the right.
When he was giving directions,
couldn't you ask for more details?
The exact address?
Why didn't you?
You didn't need a leg to do that,
just an open mouth.
I wasn't close enough,
he wouldn't hear me.
Yes, right there.
- Just admit you didn't think of it.
What is Bro up to? I'm bored.
Bizarre.
He must have suspected
that we were planning to eat him.
Are we really going to eat him?
Yes. It was decided last night.
Was I sleeping?
Probably.
But I think his meat is bitter.
His neck is delicious.
In this neck of the woods,
we'd grill him.
His meat is sweet and yummy.
Sure, the cockroach thinks
its baby is a beauty.
Don't let him fool you.
He's just teasing you.
Mum, I wasn't fooled.
Right.
I was fooled.
Dad, are we cockroaches?
We are now.
(Indistinct chatter outside)
Here, right?
(Mum) Was it that way?
(Farid) No.
(Mum) Give me a hug.
We're going to eat you tonight!
(Farid) I'm not a kid anymore.
(Khosro) That's great.
Call your monkey brother.
(Kid) Bro!
Come over here right now!
(Khosro) Where were you,
Monkey the First?
Where were you?
(Farid) I went to the right side,
but it's a dead end.
(Khosro) Are you sure?
(Farid) Yes.
(Khosro) What is this?
(Farid) It's Hassan Ali Kandi's sign.
(Khosro) Why did you take it?
(Farid) It was already on the ground.
I was looking for directions.
(Khosro) Did you find the way?
(Farid) No.
- (Khosro) Why are you happy, then?
- Wait, sir!
(Farid) Do I look happy?
Stop!
Wait.
Thanks.
Hello, how are you?
- Hello.
Do you know
where Kandi village is?
You won't find it on your own,
follow me.
We don't want to bother you.
- He says we can follow him.
- (Kid screaming)
Where are you going?
I'm staying!
Sorry.
No problem, let him be. Follow me.
It's on my way.
Thanks a lot.
- (Khosro) Sure, good riddance.
- Sorry, he is trouble.
Sorry, ma'am.
(Khosro) Just warn them
he's a nutter.
(Kid shouting)
(Car starts)
(Bus horn honking)
(Bus horn honking)
(Bus horn honking)
(Bus horn honking)
It's so calm.
Now I can sleep.
Blissful.
Good God.
What are we doing?
I was suffocating
in front of the kid.
We should have told him.
What an education we're giving him.
All lies.
Nothing but lies.
(Bus horn honking)
If that loud mouth had known,
he would have given the game away.
(Mum) The poor people on the bus,
he must be driving them crazy.
So, what are you going to tell him?
Nothing. We won't tell him anything.
We'll say you got married
and you had to leave,
to run away.
And you'll be back soon.
Anyway, he's a Kid.
He won't be sad for long.
How about you guys?
Will you be sad for long?
Of course not.
It's going to be fine.
It's going to be fine.
One day, we'll laugh at all this.
Seriously?
What is there to laugh about?
I begged you, during this trip,
not to talk about separation
and not to cry.
It breaks my heart
to see you like this, Mum.
Let me go reassured,
knowing that you'll be fine.
I cried because of a sad memory.
Nothing to do with you leaving.
Why would I mess up your mood?
Nonsense.
Don't tailgate the minibus.
It's suffocating us.
Your husband told me to tailgate him,
not to lose him.
(Khosro) Now her husband tells you
not to tailgate the damn minibus.
You're such an arse.
(Bus horn honking)
(Bus horn honking)
That little devil is so cute.
(Bus horn honks)
- (Kid shouting)
(Horse neighing)
(Kid grunting)
(Kid) Hello, villagers!
Can't you shut up?
Why are you hitting me?
- I didn't.
- What did I do?
(Mum) It was a joke.
(Kid) I don't appreciate your jokes.
(in Azeri) Hello, you have a traveller?
(Mum) Yes.
(in Azeri) Please...
(Mum) What?
- Please go behind the coffee shop.
Remember who you're looking for,
Hassan-Ali The Third.
Hassan-Ali The Third.
Well! What are you waiting for?
Get lost, sweetie!
Get going.
Get going.
Where is Bro going?
I'm going with him.
Look at this calf.
He looks exactly like you.
What a beauty.
Do you want to make friends?
- Yes.
(Music playing in the village)
Don't we look suspicious?
Suspicious of what? Stop worrying.
I am so worried.
What could happen to him?
- Left! Left!
(Khosro) We did our research.
Houshang is a stand-up guy.
Why did you let him go alone?
Go with him.
At his age, I started a family.
Now you worry
because he's on his own.
OK, I'll go.
(Calf mooing)
You're ridiculous.
- (Kid shouting)
(Calf mooing)
- No fingers in his eyes!
(Distant chatter)
(Indistinct conversation)
Halt!
I'll Kick your arse!
- Why are you here?
They all saw you.
So what?
Your lovely mother
ordered me to join you.
He asked us to wait here.
The hell with him.
- What?
I don't like the guy.
Didn't they tell you where to go?
What?
Were you always like this?
Like what, exactly?
I asked if you knew where to go.
- OK.
- Goddamn it.
He said we had to go
another two kilometres
and then wait
at the end of the road.
After an hour,
they'll come to pick us up.
Where are you going?
- Come.
Didn't they say
when you'll hit the road?
They said...
First, we're put in quarantine.
Then, when the time comes,
they'll send me
to where you'll be told to wait.
Then, we say goodbye and we leave.
It might take a couple of days.
I think you should go back home.
Shut up.
Leave you here?
Don't you know your mother?
She won't let go
until you get to the border.
If they don't see me,
they'll leave without me.
They wouldn't dare.
Didn't they say in an hour?
Come, sit here.
Relax.
I'm stressed.
Stressed...
Stressed...
(Sombre piano music)
(Birds chirping)
Bring me that apple.
The other one too.
(Piano music continues)
Wash them.
Whenever you Kill a cockroach,
don't throw him back in the toilet.
Remember his parents
sent him out in the world
with lots of hope.
I won't.
And stop whining in front of your mum.
You break her heart.
I know. I'm careful.
Were you careful, numbskull?
How many times did I catch you?
OK, I'll be more careful.
(Piano music stops)
A man doesn't cry
in front of his mother.
In front of his father...
You expect me to cry
in front of you?
No.
But if you really want to,
I give you permission.
Kind of you. Thanks.
If you want to know your friend,
give him an apple
and ask him to share it with you.
Then see if he gives you
the bigger or the smaller half.
Numbskull, let me finish.
(Bird screeching)
There.
What? Don't you see?
You took the bigger half.
Are you blind?
Give it to me.
OK, forget it.
Which half should I take
for our friendship to last?
Too late.
Forget it.
It tastes like eggs.
We have to go, Dad.
OK. Let's eat it first.
You'll be less stressed.
Don't be afraid. Of anything.
Those who leave on boats that sink
should be afraid.
Not you, who have Houshang
waiting on the other side.
Zero risk.
Don't be scared. Ever.
I'm worried about the house
that you put up for my bail.
What about me?
Your crazy brother, your mum?
- Don't we matter?
- Sure, I...
Don't talk with your mouth full.
Two decades
of repeating this to you!
OK. OK.
(Donkey braying in distance)
What was I saying?
That you worry about the house.
- Right.
I'm worried about it.
- So?
- So...
Why are you repeating?
I asked you what about us.
Me, your crazy brother, your mum.
And what did I answer?
Are you serious
or are you pulling my leg?
Me, pulling your leg?
Why would you think that about me?
OK, I'm reassured.
Ow.
Mum is not here, drop the act.
You don't believe
that my tooth hurts?
Let me see.
Which one?
It really is in bad shape.
- I told you.
Can I beg you,
once you're in Tehran,
to go to the dentist
and stop venting to poor Mum?
OK.
Good boy.
(Birds screaming)
It's been a long time
since we last talked like this.
I appreciate your support.
Shut up.
(Khosro) Done deal.
Great, tied to a tree,
time for a yummy barbecue
out of Monkey the Second.
(Kid) What does he want?
(Smuggler) Who's the traveller?
(Khosro) Nothing.
He's asking for directions.
He's lost.
(Kid) Cool, you'll barbecue me.
(Khosro) First, I have to shoot you.
(Mum) Good day, sir.
We don't have a mobile phone
and we've been discreet on the road.
(Smuggler) I asked you
to be discrete.
I insisted that he come alone.
(Mum) His dad was worried.
He kept his distance.
No bad intentions.
Besides, your directions sucked.
You didn't say
which side to take at the junction.
And then, we had a hard time
buying a whole sheep.
(Smuggler) OK, let's go.
(Farid) OK. Right now?
(Mum) Khosro!
Khosro!
Khosro!
(Smuggler) I'll take him
to quarantine.
You can say goodbye
in two days.
(Mum) You should've
said that earlier. Wait.
(Kid) Dad, untie me.
(Khosro) I'm coming.
Let me see
if I can hunt you from afar.
(Mum) Here's the sheepskin
and his bag.
(Smuggler) This bag is too big,
it's going to expose us.
(Mum) I'll change it.
(Smuggler) Don't make a fuss.
(Mum) OK, I'll change it.
They're going to take him
to quarantine,
and bring him back in a few days,
to say goodbye.
(Kid) Mum!
(Mum) Shut up.
(Kid) Come and free me!
Mum, come and untie me!
Mum!
(Mum panting)
(Kid) Mum!
Untie me!
Mum, untie me!
Mum!
Mum!
Help!
(Khosro) Why can't he shut up?
He's such a pain.
(Mum) Tell him to keep quiet.
Come on, take this money.
And give me a clear address
of where we have to stay. Here you are.
(Smuggler) I'll tell you
where to camp.
(Mum) Let me see.
- Wait! I forgot something! Wait.
(Khosro) What's up?
(Mum) I bought him a hat and a shawl
so he doesn't catch a cold.
(Khosro) Listen, don't worry.
You'll be back.
You'll come back
and we can say goodbye.
OK?
(Smuggler) Hurry up, we're late.
(Kid shouting)
(Mum) Stop shouting!
(Khosro) Don't worry,
Houshang is a stand-up guy.
A genuine one.
When are you coming back?
(Mum) I'm OK.
(Kid) Bro!
(Khosro) I'll keep him busy.
(Kid) Where is Bro going?
(Mum) Wait! Stop!
Wait a second!
The kid is going to catch a cold.
Take care of yourself.
OK, my boy?
Wait.
Wrap it around you.
Where are you taking my child?
(Kid shouting)
(Mum, out of breath) Wait...
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
(Kid shouting)
(Melancholic piano music)
(Kid screaming)
(Indistinct shouting)
(Khosro) Take him, I can't anymore.
Son, hold the door.
- (Kid grunting)
(Mum) Come on, good dog.
Are you holding it?
(Woman) Hello.
(All) Hello.
Hi, how are you?
(Mum) What a beautiful girl.
What's your name?
- Mobina.
(Mum) Nice.
(Kid) She's got beautiful hair.
(Mum) Yes, very.
(Mobina's mum)
You'll get tired like this.
Press this and it gets blocked.
(Mum) Interesting.
You have the same car?
(Mobina's mum)
No, but I think they all have this.
Thank you so much.
- You're welcome.
Can I help you?
- No, thanks.
Mobina, can you show the kid around?
(Mobina) Yes, sure.
(Mum) That's nice.
(Mobina) Can we take the dog too?
(Mum) No, he's sick.
(Mobina's mum) Go ahead, my girl.
(Mum) My husband has one broken leg
and two broken hands.
(Khosro) What's wrong with him?
(Man) He's weak. Don't you see?
(Khosro) He was already like that
when I found him.
(Kid) So beautiful.
(Khosro) But he's a nice dog.
(Mum) Yes, it's beautiful.
(Khosro) Is it the Ursa Major?
(Kid) God Almighty,
what a great job you did.
(Mum) Such a starry night.
(Mum) Not again. Stop doing this.
I'll smash your head
if you kiss the ground.
(Kid) I really regret it.
(Mum) OK, let's go.
(Mum) It's sleeping time.
Our dog was like family.
How many are you?
Five, including the one
who's leaving.
Don't lie on the ground.
- Dad.
- It's cold.
- Dad?
- Yes?
Where is Farid?
Farid...
Farid disappeared.
(Mumbles)
He went off-roading.
He comes back tomorrow, right?
- Let's hope.
- You're dazzling me.
What is this?
Ask him.
- Sir, what is this?
- A headlamp, dear.
When is Bro coming? Be specific.
Not tonight.
Maybe tomorrow.
Or maybe the day after tomorrow.
Sir, is it an original?
There are no originals anymore.
How much?
Expensive.
Maybe the day after tomorrow.
What time?
Sir, you see my situation.
Can you give the dog
to my wife when you go?
Sure.
What time?
Goodbye then.
9:30.
Goodnight.
10:30.
11:30, maybe.
Where would he go after off-roading?
12:30.
After off-roading?
After off-roading? Oh, dear.
Look over there.
Look at the sky.
Where is Bro?
I forgot to tell you.
He went to marry a beautiful woman.
When he returns, I asked him to bring you
an original Batman mask
which is impossible to find here.
You mean he'll meet Batman?
Sure.
If he's smart enough,
he'll get an appointment.
And if he's even smarter,
he'll do it on a Sunday.
Because Sunday is a holiday.
But Superman,
no matter if Sunday or Monday,
he doesn't save people,
he's too lazy.
He's a bum.
He's not even a superhero.
He's an arse.
(Tinkling)
I have a question, though.
Would Batman
give him his car for a ride?
Are you joking?
Give that expensive car
to your blind brother?
To crash it?
Not in his life.
Batman's not crazy.
(Tinkling)
That car doesn't get destroyed,
not even with a rocket.
Cool wheels.
It even has a fridge, a PlayStation
and a fantastic sound system.
And a sixth gear.
It flies, basically.
Really?
Sure.
So, that banger
must be quite expensive.
You can't find it on the market
but I did some maths,
and I found out the car's price.
Well done. How much?
(Tinkling)
I don't know it in our currency.
I don't have my notebook.
But I can tell you in dollars.
How much?
600 million dollars.
Oh.
600 million dollars?
That's a lot.
If his expensive car gets scratched
by your bro,
this poor orphan Batman
will snap.
He will sit
in the middle of the road
and shout:
"Oh, God!"
You mean he'll be devastated?
Yes, he'd start crying.
People will ask him
what has happened.
He'll show them the scratch.
And then,
they'll start crying too.
He'll cry his heart out.
And a blind man
will pass by and ask:
"I hear lamenting, weeping and moaning.
What is it all about?"
He'll ask him to come closer
and touch the car.
He'll touch the scratch and say...
- What is it you always say?
- What?
- Auu?
- Wow.
Wow.
Then he'll start crying
and weeping too.
Batman, like a mad man,
will walk in the middle and shout:
"Oh, my car is scratched".
(Laughing)
(Kid) Poor Batman.
(Khosro) "My car is scratched,
so scratched, so scratched".
"Oh! n
(Both laughing)
(Khosro) "My car is scratched".
"Now it's only worth
500 million dollars".
(Both laughing)
(Khosro, laughing) 500 million dollars.
(Indistinct chatter)
(Motorbike approaching)
Here they are.
(All speaking indistinctly)
(Chatter gets louder)
We were supposed to see them before!
We couldn't say goodbye!
(Mum) Khosro!
Khosro!
Khosro!
Khosro!
(Screaming and crying)
(Mum crying)
Khosro.
My baby's gone.
(Distant) Bye. Goodbye.
(Grunts)
It's so beautiful.
Here we go again.
You naughty ones
are early risers now?
Well, yes.
(Mimics gunshots)
How's it going?
See that cute lady?
Yep.
What was it that you said?
Tres, tres...?
Tres jolie.
Yes. Go tell her.
Take a piece of bread.
It's a beautiful spot too.
Sure, go.
Both the lady and the spot
are beautiful.
(Mum chuckles)
Tres jolie.
- My sweetie.
My love...
- Yes?
This new girlfriend of yours
is much prettier than Ms Fakhrai.
- So what?
- Go play with her.
Go, she's over there.
(Making animal sounds)
(Kid) Hello!
(Indistinct chatter)
(People laughing in distance)
(Car door closes)
(Car starts)
(Crying)
Aaahhh!
Bliss!
(Music starts)
I saw my love leaving me
And the colour on my cheeks fading
I'm caught
in the stormy sea of love
' My love is leaving me
on Noah's Ark
What a mood I am in
I'm homesick
? In this foreign land
God is all I have
What a mood I am in
I'm homesick
? In this foreign land
God is all I have
Who can hear the pain
of my broken heart
' What can I sing
with my tired voice...?!
Woo!
(Song continues)
Woo!
What a mood I am in
I'm homesick
? In this foreign land
Sweetheart!
You are my love!
(In English) I love youl!
Jessy, come here.
Jessy!
Dad! Check Jessy out!
Jessy's not feeling well!
(Song stops)
- Mum, Dad! Jessy's not feeling well!
Jessy! Jessy!
(Music starts)
(Lipsyncing) My dear kin
I My tribesman
You are riding the horse of exile
So proudly
On this land
? You, the noble man
Were the last one standing
But you broke too
Although thirsty
and believing in thirst
We were proud
of the name of our land
What you gave away
to the yearning wind
$ Was our only treasure
Which autumn
with its magic voice
! Called you, you lovesick
For you to leave so bravely
In search of the poppy
Stay beside us
and while distraught
We are waiting for spring
Stay beside us so that together
' We make the sun rise again
Thousands of birds
In love much like you
Crossed the night
in hope of daylight
They left for good
Honest and innocent
Not to return till this day
God be with you
You tired of darkness
But leaving is not
The cure for this pain
The road you took
Leads to sunset
Not to sunrise
The night is falling, come back
; Which autumn
with its magic voice... /
Pantea Panahiha
Hassan Madjooni
Rayan Sarlak
Amin Simiar
In a movie by
Panah Panahi
(Song continues)
HIT THE ROAD
Director of photography:
Amin Jafari
Script consultant: Nader Saivar
With thanks to Kasra Forouhi
Music: Peyman Yazdanian
Based on Schubert's theme
Editing:
Ashkan Mehri, Amir Etminan
Mix: Zohreh Ali Akbari
Sound: Abdolreza Heydari
Makeup artist:
Iman Omidvari, Maryam Saligheh
Set design:
Babak Djadjar Tabrizi
Costumes:
Mahsa and Sara Khamisi
Colour correction:
Kamran Saharkhiz
Special effects:
Mohammad Sanifar
First assistant director:
Negar Joneydi
Second assistant director:
Saman Iran Nejad
Stage manager: Nader Saivar
Production manager: Milad Mahdizadeh
Producer: Mastaneh Mohajer
Written and directed by
Panah Panahi
(Song continues)
The End